SARAH HILDRETH BUTLER.
I.
Do you remember, O you wondrous woman,In those dim regions where you wander now,—You, who were always something more than human,With the large light upon your lofty brow,—Do you remember all the hours we spent,All the gay mornings when the tremulous hazesSwathed the two silver rivers, and the heightsOf pillared Arlington shone through their mazes?Do you remember the delightful nightsOn the proud hill-top, while the city laySparkling below us with her swarming lights,We like the spirits of some other day,—Do you remember, you so far away?
